The Distant Cartograph
The boy stood in the center of the atrium, a space so vast and high-ceilinged that the sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows above seemed to dissolve into a pale, indifferent fog before it reached the floor. He was twelve years old, small for his age, with a posture that suggested he was trying to make himself smaller, as if the air around him was a physical weight pressing him...
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